Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

"Em, do you think... do you think I don't want to reconcile with Ethan?" Mr. Carter Sr. asked with a furrowed brow, worry etched across his face.

His heart raced, fearful of hearing a response from Emma that he wasn't ready to

accept. it's

Emma smiled faintly, "Grandpa, it's been so long since they've split. They've both moved on, seeking to start anew. So much happened during those five years; understandable they want to look forward now. Ethan and Olivia were in a long-term relationship, and he believes they should bless each other rather than dwell on the

past."

She expressed her true feelings honestly, wishing the best for Olivia and Ethan.

Mr. Carter Sr. lowered his gaze, his expression filled with disappointment. Even though Emma had been clear, he still struggled to accept it. He remained stubbornly convinced that with more time together, they would end up back together as if nothing had changed. "Em, I know when I chose to step away, it was because that brat Ethan hurt me deeply. Whatever decision I make, you know I'll support you," Mr. Carter Sr. replied, an understanding smile crossing his face, as if he'd found some inner peace.

Emma nodded, relieved that her grandfather understood her point of view.

As Ethan stepped off the elevator, he overheard a fragment of their conversation. Emma's words stirred a storm of emotions within him. They had indeed been apart for a long time, and he was trying to move on, yet he found himself grappling with the reality that this wasn't what he truly wanted.

He often reminisced about the time he spent with Emma, the memories flooded back uninvited.

After dinner, Emma didn't linger long. She was concerned that if she stayed, her grandfather would insist she spend the night.

"Grandpa, it's getting late, I better head back and get some rest," she announced.

Three Years to Love

"Grandpa, it's getting late. I better head back and get some rest," she announced.

"Be safe on your way home, and let me know when you're back," he replied, his tone. less insistent than before. He seemed to understand that matters of the heart required time and patience.

Emma nodded, preparing to leave when suddenly Ethan appeared, holding a doll in his arms. "I'll drive her home," he volunteered.

"It's late, Emma. Why don't you let Ethan take you home? I'd feel better knowing you're with him," Mr. Carter Sr. added, endorsing Ethan's offer, not hesitating for a

moment.

Realizing both her grandfather and Ethan were in agreement, she felt it would be rude to refuse, so she accepted.

Mr. Carter Sr. watched with a small smile as they departed, warmth creeping into his

heart.

"From now on, don't speak out of turn in front of Grandpa," Ethan said suddenly, his face serious as they got into the car.

Emma looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"I know what I told Grandpa and it's not your place to get involved. Just let me handle it," Ethan emphasized, his tone firm.

Emma replayed the conversation in her m

"Em, do you think... do you think I don't want to reconcile with Ethan?" Mr. Carter Sr. asked with a furrowed brow, worry etched across his face.

His heart raced, fearful of hearing a response from Emma that he wasn't ready to

accept.

it's

Emma smiled faintly, "Grandpa, it's been so long since they've split. They've both moved on, seeking to start anew. So much happened during those five years; understandable they want to look forward now. Ethan and Olivia were in a long-term relationship, and he believes they should bless each other rather than dwell on the

past."

She expressed her true feelings honestly, wishing the best for Olivia and Ethan.

Mr. Carter Sr. lowered his gaze, his expression filled with disappointment. Even though Emma had been clear, he still struggled to accept it. He remained stubbornly convinced that with more time together, they would end up back together as if nothing had changed. "Em, I know when I chose to step away, it was because that brat Ethan hurt me deeply. Whatever decision I make, you know I'll support you," Mr. Carter Sr. replied, an understanding smile crossing his face, as if he'd found some inner peace.

Emma nodded, relieved that her grandfather understood her point of view.

As Ethan stepped off the elevator, he overheard a fragment of their conversation. Emma's words stirred a storm of emotions within him. They had indeed been apart for a long time, and he was trying to move on, yet he found himself grappling with the reality that this wasn't what he truly wanted.

He often reminisced about the time he spent with Emma, the memories flooded back uninvited.

After dinner, Emma didn't linger long. She was concerned that if she stayed, her grandfather would insist she spend the night.

"Grandpa, it's getting late, I better head back and get some rest," she announced.

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"Grandpa, it's getting late. I better head back and get some rest," she announced.

"Be safe on your way home, and let me know when you're back," he replied, his tone. less insistent than before. He seemed to understand that matters of the heart required time and patience.

Emma nodded, preparing to leave when suddenly Ethan appeared, holding a doll in his arms. "I'll drive her home," he volunteered.

"It's late, Emma. Why don't you let Ethan take you home? I'd feel better knowing you're with him," Mr. Carter Sr. added, endorsing Ethan's offer, not hesitating for a

moment.

Realizing both her grandfather and Ethan were in agreement, she felt it would be rude to refuse, so she accepted.

Mr. Carter Sr. watched with a small smile as they departed, warmth creeping into his

heart.

"From now on, don't speak out of turn in front of Grandpa," Ethan said suddenly, his face serious as they got into the car. Emma looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"I know what I told Grandpa and it's not your place to get involved. Just let me handle it," Ethan emphasized, his tone firm. Emma replayed the conversation in her mind, then suddenly understood.

"What do you mean by that, Ethan? I thought you'd appreciate those words?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with irritation.

She had meant well, trying to keep things low-key, and now she felt slighted for being warned by Ethan, as though she were being ungrateful. (End of Chapter)

ind, then suddenly understood.

"What do you mean by that, Ethan? I thought you'd appreciate those words?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with irritation.

She had meant well, trying to keep things low-key, and now she felt slighted for being warned by Ethan, as though she were being ungrateful. (End of Chapter)